Wealth, status, and beauty define the elite of Kensington Prep. Every one of them possesses the ability to get away with anything and everything they want, unscathed and remain as privileged and superior as ever.
But Amory Scout decides that tim...
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The scene unfolding before us is unlike anything we see before: a group of people from the club spilling across the streets to see the commotion.
There are screams and so much movement around me it feels like I'm backstage at a dress rehearsal. The world is fuzzy as we move out, I see a flash of ice-blond and coal black. Parker and Nadine swarming with Hanif and the boys, mouths agape at the scene. Parker's eyes meet mine and she mouths something at me- I can't read it. Everything feels heavy and slow; it feels like I'm underwater. And I'm drowning.
It's a grotesque sight. Georgina is stretched out on the street in front of a yellow taxi. One leg is bent beneath her, the other is covered in blood. She isn't moving. She isn't breathing. With the state of her, I think she's done for.
The cabbie is frantic, crying, worrying, on the street, and somewhere not too far off, sirens are zooming, closer by the second. I back away and almost fall backwards onto the curb. Orson stands beside with his hand cupped over his mouth.
"What . . . just . . . happened?" Orson says, all trembles—hands, mouth, voice.
The sounds of sirens echo from down the block.
A random passerby, a woman all cloaked up in wool, shakes her head. "I have no idea. She was kicked out of the club by the bouncers and I think she was trying to call a cab when she stumbled out onto the street and got hit."
A man beside us disagrees. "No, she was pushed! I saw it- this dark figure came out of nowhere and pushed her out and completely disappeared."
"No way," The woman says; she looks at me when she says this, "She was too drunk. It was an accident."
Orson's blue eyes give me a good long stare, and strange emotions pass over his face, one after the other in quick succession. He doesn't say a word, doesn't look away, just lets the feelings overcome him until he gets his voice back. "Where's Parker? Where are all the others?"
I tilt my head. "Over there."
We run through the crowd, dodging onlookers. Bodies blur around me, a mosaic of arms and legs and moving parts. For some reason, my heart is pounding hard but I'm relieved. She's gone. The only person who has ever found out about my true identity is finally gone.
"What the hell?" Parker's shaking, Hanif's arm is over hers. She's looking at me, eyes wet with tears, face full of shock. "What the actual hell?"
"Did you guys see what happened?" I ask, my voice rising in alarm.
"No, we came out around the same time you did."
Ahead of us in the street, the paramedics surround Georgina. Cops push back the crowds. They start asking questions. I bolt, and I try to blend into the crowd. I get farther away from the curb.
"Does anybody know this girl?" They ask us. I glance at Orson, whose face is frozen, and so I step up. The ambulance lights wash me in blues and reds. I grimly acknowledge the cops and make sure my face is the right amount of shocked, horrified and terrified. I speak up, making sure my voice is shuddering.
